Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2015 22:20:05 +0100
From: lemmaire@email.com
Subject: Vid Clip Sleepover

VID CLIP SLEEPOVER
By Lemmaire
b/b, oral, anal

The whole thing was so strange I still can't believe it actually happened,
but whenever I start to doubt it, or think it was just a really sexy dream,
I just turn on my iPhone and I flip to my camera roll, and there it is, the
whole clip in super-sharp focus – my first sexual experience with Jake,
recorded for the whole world to see.

Well, okay, hopefully not the whole world -- I'd pretty much shit my pants
if my mom ever found it -- but hey, I know for a fact I'll be watching it
over and over this week, and I'm sure Jake will want to come over and see
it too. That should lead to some interesting replays.

Jake is this really fun kid that lives on the same block I do. He's 12 like
me, but we don't go to the same school or anything, because I'm in regular
middle school and he goes to this fancy private school for rich kids
because his parents are loaded.

Still, living on the same block only a few houses away from each other, it
didn't take long before we ran into each other in the neighborhood and
became good friends. As far as I know, we're the only guys the same age on
the block, so it's sort of natural that we'd start hanging out together and
sleeping over at each other's houses and stuff.

My name's Dylan, which sucks, because trust me, people can come up with
about eight million different nicknames for that one. I've been called
everything from Dill Pickle to Dildo Brain ever since second grade. Don't
ask me where second-graders even learn terms like Dildo Brain, but I've
been called one since before I even knew what one was.

Anyway, that's one of the things I like so much about Jake. Not only is he
fun to hang around with, but never once since I've known him for about two
years now has he ever called me anything but Dylan. Just about everybody
tries to call me something else about two hours after they've met me. Even
my own mom calls me Dill. So, believe me, it's kind of a relief to hang out
with somebody all day who has the courtesy to remember the "a-n" at the end
of my name. Jake's like that. Courteous. Polite. But not in a stupid
way. Just in a cool way.

So, anyway, my parents were off to god-knows-where for some stupid wedding
Friday night -- some cousin or niece or nephew or something (who can keep
track?) and they called up Jake's parents to see if I could crash over at
his house for the night.

My mom's so funny -- she made it sound like it was this really long drive
and they didn't know how late they'd be back. Yeah, right. The drive was
only about forty minutes. She probably wanted to unload me so her and dad
could get good and pinot grigio'ed up at the reception and get their
wiener-groove on at some motel on the way back (ick) and not have to worry
about me.

Not that my parents do that a lot – in fact, they're pretty normal as
far as parents go -- but hey, when you get to be their age, I suppose
whenever an opportunity comes up to get drunk and do it, you send Junior
off to the neighbors and grab whatever old lady pussy you can get.

And it turns out I should thank them for it, because wow, while they were
getting drunk and doing it, (gulp!) so was I! Although I had no idea I'd be
doing it. The front way AND the back way! The top way AND the bottom way!
Yowch!

Like I said, Jake and I have been friends for a couple of years, and sure,
we've talked about sex and jacking off and stuff like that -- you know,
just basic stuff, like how many times a day do you do it, and what do you
think about when you get the feeling, and you know, do you have cum yet and
all that stuff. Just the basics. But it was always sort of in the context
of girls, not gay stuff, ever.

So, I really had no idea Jake had anything in mind for me when I showed up
at his house for the sleepover. We'd never done anything sexual before
besides talking about it. I didn't even know what his dick looked like. I
don't think I've ever even seen him piss before. We live in the city, so
it's not like we're standing outside peeing on trees in broad daylight or
anything. We pretty much stick to the average toilet and
closed-bathroom-door method.

So, I leave for Jake's about four in the afternoon after school on
Friday. My mom and dad are already dressed for the wedding and raring to go
and get out of the door. Dad slips me a couple of twenties and says, "Have
a good night, sport -- here's some money if you guys want pizza and wings."
There's a great place on the corner of our block and we eat there all the
time.

"Can I have your credit card for Redbox?" I ask him.

"No, you can not have my credit card for Redbox," he smiles.

But hey, it never hurts to ask, right?

Mom says, "Be sure to thank Mr. and Mrs. Redmond for letting you stay
over."

And of course, I nod yes, but I'm thinking, "Yeah, sure, I'll walk in the
house and first thing we'll do is sit down and have a big group hug."
Whatever. Parents are so weird about things sometimes.

Anyway, Jake's up in his room when I get there playing Halo 5 on his
Xbox. He's got an Xbox One, I've only got a 360. Like I said, his parents
are rich, so there's, like, an Xbox in every room of the house. I swear, he
probably had one of his own and had Halo 1 figured out while I was still in
Lego Star Wars underwear watching Disney Jr.

"Dylan!" he smiled, taking his eyes of the screen for just a split
second. "Come on in, man. Shut the door. My mom says the sound of my
interplanetary carnage makes her nervous."

I laughed. I've got the same type of mom. They don't have patience for
games.

"Besides," he added quickly, "I've got a little you-know-what in the
you-know-where."

Casually, he slid open his desk drawer and produced a plastic Dasani water
bottle filled with vodka. Hoo-hoo! I knew it was vodka the minute I saw the
familiar blue bottle. Because, really. Would he get excited over just plain
water?

Still playing the game with one hand, a skill you should learn by the time
you're two, he unscrewed the top of the bottle with the other hand and took
a nice big drink and handed it to me.

"Bad boy," I grinned, taking a big swig myself. I tried to pretend it
didn't burn, but yowch. We'd done this before a few times. Usually sneaking
some from his dad's jumbo bottle from Costco when we thought we could get
away with it without getting caught. That's what funnels and Dasini water
bottles are for, my friends.

We sat around, pretty much polishing off our 12 ounce bottle, feeling
really good and numb while Jake kept playing his game. I could tell he was
getting good and drunk because he wasn't quite playing as good as he
normally did. Shit. He was playing worse than I do, and I don't even own
the game.

"Oops," he giggled, taking a final pull off the bottle. "Guess my Spartan
Abilities got a little bit fucked-up there that time."

I laughed and sat down cross-legged on the floor. Things were kind of
fuzzy. "Go get `em, tiger."

"Jake!" his mom yelled from downstairs. "Are you two going to be all right?
We're leaving!"

"We're fine!" Jake yelled back, trying not to slur his speech. "Have fun!"

"Huh?" I asked. "Where are they going?"

"Aw, she's going to some dumb thing at the school. Some work party for some
professor who's leaving or something."

His parents worked at the University. His mom was the assistant dean,
whatever that is. His dad was some kind of administrator guy who paid
people.

"Excellent," I grinned. "How long are they gone?"

"Days, I hope."

I laughed again. I'm sure it wouldn't be days, but at least we'd be able to
make some noise and not worry about it for a while.

"You want some pizza?" I asked. "My dad gave me some cash."

"Cool," he said, as I slipped my phone out of my pocket. Like he really
needed anyone to pay for the pizza. He had money coming out of his
ass. Still, that was another cool thing about him. He didn't flaunt it at
all.  He'd pay for anything, anytime and not even blink, but when you
offered to return the favor, he wouldn't get all rich-kid on you and say,
"no, let me," he'd let you buy, too, just like a normal guy. I appreciated
that. It made me feel equal to him.

I ordered the pizza, he kept playing his game, and it showed up about a
half hour later. We ate, talked about girls, unwound.  It was good to have
the house to ourselves.

"So what do you want to do, honored guest?" He belched and threw a crust
back into the box. We'd pretty much wiped out the whole pizza and we were
growing restless now.

"I don't know," I said, kicking my shoes off and getting comfortable. I
said, messing with my phone and taking pics of him and his half-drunk
game-playing. I swiped over to video. "Let's make a movie."

"Cool," he agreed, tossing the controller on his bad and shutting off his
Xbox. "You record, I'll star."

"Perfect," I grinned, still feeling the effects of my half of the vodka
pint, even on a full stomach. "You're celebrity material. A-List." I hit
the red circle and lined him up in the shot. I had no idea what kind of
movie he had in mind, but I was sure it'd be funny.

Turns out it was a training film.

More training than I had in mind, actually, but hey, no complaints from me.

"Hello," he said in a friendly voice to the pinprick camera in the back of
my phone. You could tell he was sort of drunk. "Welcome to my room. I'm
Miss Jennifer Vajaroony, and today I'll be explaining the birds and the
bees to all of you little kiddies out there.

"Oh great," I said pinching in for a close-up. "This should be
informative."

"First, I'd like you boys and girls out there to observe my mountainous
boozums," he grinned, puffing out his chest and walking in closer to the
frame. He stumbled a little because he was still a little buzzed.

I tried not to shake the picture, but he looked so stupid, I had to laugh.

"Not very big titties," I told him. "You need implants, Jen."

"Exceelent idea," he smiled. "Let me just slip on my new improved
jugaroonies. Then you'll be shooting in your shorts, Bucko."

I waited, grinning. He walked to his dresser and pulled a couple balls of
socks out of the top drawer. He stuffed them under his shirt and did a
sexy, funny walk toward me and my phone.

"Now that's much better," I said. "Now you've got some pups in those cups,
baby."

"You think these are nice," he winked. "Wait until you see my hot little
coochie."

Oh, now this was getting good. I'm glad I was buzzed. This was definitely
territory we'd never wandered into before.

"Oh, mama." I said. "Bring it on, woman."

He fumbled with his pants for a second -- God, I couldn't believe he was
actually going to do this on video! Shit, he must be drunk!

I started laughing before he even had his underwear down. But sure enough,
he slid his pants down his legs, stepped out of his boxers, and there he
was, in his full naked glory, while I stood there recording the whole
thing. Man, this was going to make one excellent blackmail clip if he ever
got any good secrets on me. No way I could put this one up on YouTube
though! It was already full frontal!

For the very first time, I saw his dick!

It was still limp, but super cute. I remember thinking it looked pretty
much like mine. Nothing too long, nothing too huge, but fairly
decent-looking as far as dicks go. He had a few more pubes than I did. His
were more darkish brown. Mine were still kind of faint and light-colored.

I don't know why, but I felt my dick starting to get a little harder while
I looked at him. I guess I was just feeling excited we were doing something
so forbidden, you know? Kind of naughty. It had never occurred to me that
looking at another guy's dick could get me all hot, or anything weird like
that.

He was still into the part. "Now observe," he said happily to my camera
phone.

He pushed his dick between his legs and squeezed his legs together and sort
of wobbled toward the camera. Kind of like that scene in that old "Silence
of the Lambs" movie where that weird guy is dancing in his basement with
his pierced nipples and his honker all squished up so it looked like a
snatch.

"I've got the hottest little pussy in the whole wide world," he cooed,
batting his eyes at my iPhone, and making kiss lips at me that were making
me uncomfortably harder. My heart was beating faster when he did that. "Can
I finger it for you kiddies? Would you mind if I fingered my pretty pussy?"

I was still trying to smile and act like nothing was strange, even though I
could feel my own dick doing twitch-dances in my pants, straining against
my underwear, making me really very achy down there.

I was hoping he was so into his act that he wouldn't notice my cock was
that hard. I didn't exactly want him to know I was getting off on his
sex-act stuff. That'd be all I'd need. Adding something like "boner boy" to
my list of nicknames, which was already too long.

"Oh yeah," he said in a soft moany voice that for some reason, sent a
shiver down my spine. "Watch me while I finger my hot little pussy for you,
baby."

Not losing eye contact with the back of my phone for a minute, he slowly
stuck out his middle finger and brought it to his lips, where he started
sucking on it and getting it all slimy and covered with spit. After it was
good and wet, he lowered his arm and brought his finger down to his
"snatch."

"Make sure you get a close-up," he grinned.  Like there was any way I'd
miss this show. Hell, buzzed or not, I was already pinching for a closer
zoom.

He started sliding his wet finger in and out of his fake snatch -- and as
he was doing it, he was moaning really good. I looked up at his face and he
had his eyes closed. He was licking his own lips while he moaned, making
the coolest sounds and really getting into it. My own dick felt like it was
going to explode out of my underwear.

He opened his eyes. "I can see you're getting into the screenwriting
process, too," he smiled at me, nodding down to the obvious bulge in my
pants.

"Well, hey," I said, a little embarrassed. "When a hot little bitch like
you starts shaking her vaj in a guy's face like that, what can I say?"

"Want to do something about that?" he asked hesitantly, nodding down toward
my boner, his voice a little quieter than he'd been talking before.

"Um," I hesitated, "meaning what?"

He paused for a second. "Meaning I could suck it for you." Then he added
nervously, "If you want. I mean, I wouldn't mind or anything."

Oh my God. I couldn't believe it. Here was a guy who'd never even seen me
take a pee before offering to suck my dick.

I mean, who doesn't want their dick sucked right? I'd be crazy to say
no. I'd thought about it once or twice, you know, guys sucking each other
off and stuff, but I'd never thought I'd ever do it with anybody. But since
my dick was practically killing me it was so hard, I answered with the only
thing I could really say in a situation like that.

"Well, okay, I guess, if you swear you won't tell anybody."

"Oh, right," he grinned. "Like I'll use it for my status tonight. Sucked
Dylan's dick. Yay!"

He laughed and motioned me over to his bed.

"Keep your phone going," he said. "Set it on my desk and aim it at the
bed."

I wasn't about to argue. I propped it up on a couple of books, aimed it
toward us, and walked over to him, my hard dick straining in my pants,
waiting for some release. I didn't quite know what to do.

He must have sensed my nervousness.

"Don't be embarrassed," he said, motioning me over. "It's no big deal. I've
done this before, you know."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah," he answered, smiling at me. "My cousin used to stay over here all
the time. We used to, you know. Do stuff once in a while."

Fine with me. Hell, if it meant getting my dick sucked for the first time,
I didn't care where he got his training.

I came over and sat down next to him on the bed. He looked at me with
confidence, not at all nervous.

"Just relax," he said. "Nobody'll ever know about this. It doesn't mean
anything, it's just playing around."

I tried to take a deep breath and let whatever was going to happen,
happen. I was trying not to be scared about it, but I think I closed my
eyes anyway.

I felt his fingers reaching for the snap of my jeans. He had them undone in
a flash, and I heard the faint slide as my zipper came down. Even that much
felt better on my straining, hard dick.

Then, sort of pulling me up a little, he slid down my pants and pulled down
my underwear. Even nervous and half afraid, I hoped I didn't have any skid
marks in my underwear or anything gross like that. Luckily I didn't.

"Now, that's nice," he said, looking down at my dick. He said the word
"nice" like he REALLY meant "nice."

I looked at his too. It was obviously no longer tucked between his legs in
any type of comedy display. Now it was standing straight up, pointing at
his stomach. It looked good. It was the same size as mine too. Four and a
half inches. Maybe bigger.

"Shhh," he whispered. "Relax. I'll make it feel really good."

And before I knew what was happening, he kneeled down on the floor in front
of my legs while I sat there on the bed. He bent his head over my lap and
soon I felt the soft, warm tickling of his tongue on the head of my
dick. It felt so good. And his hair when he bobbed down tickled my
crotch. Tickled where my pubes are. Oh my God, I couldn't believe he was
doing this. I didn't want it to end.

He went to work on me like I never would have expected. I didn't think it
was even possible to swallow a whole dick like that, but that's exactly
what he did, licking the hard shaft up and down and then once it was wet,
taking the whole straining thing in his mouth, pushing it way down his
throat, not even gagging as he surrounded my dick with his hot, wet
mouth. I moaned and whispered, "Oh God, Jake, that feels so good. Please
don't stop."

His hands ran their way up my stomach and onto my arms. I shivered. Still
sucking me, he ran his hands down the length of my arms and grabbed my
wrists. He took my hands and placed them on his head.

I grabbed a handful of his hair with both hands, not hard, but enough to
guide his head up and down on my throbbing dick. He sucked me and moaned as
I lifted his head up and down, pushing my rock hard cock farther and
farther into his throat.

"Oh God," I whispered. "If you keep that up, I'm going to cum."

"Don't," he whispered back, stopping quickly. "You can't cum yet. This is
good, but there's more we can do."

I remained quiet, not quite sure of what he meant.

"I want you to fuck me, Dylan. Will you? Please?"

I looked in his eyes. He was so sincere, so shy, almost. Like he was afraid
I say "no" and tell him to get the hell away from me.

"I'm not really sure what to do," I said nervously. "I've never done it. I
don't know how fast to put it in."

"Just lay down," he said. "I'll guide you. It'll be okay."

"Do you promise you won't tell anybody?" I asked quickly.

"I swear," he said, his eyes practically pleading. "I'll never tell anybody
about this as long as I live."

"Okay," I said, lying back on the bed. "I really want to."

I wasn't sure how it would happen exactly. For a minute, I wondered if it
would be clean, or if I'd get anything on me, or if it was messy, or
whatever. I guess I'd had a mental picture in my mind of guys doing stuff
like this before, but I wasn't quite sure what it would be like in actual
practice. Let me tell you. It turned out to be pretty amazing.

He scooted up on the bed and straddled himself over the top of my waist. My
dick was still hard as a rock and I was missing that warm, electric feeling
his mouth had been giving me. But when he lubricated his asshole with his
own spit and sat down on my cock, gently nudging it forward, wincing as he
sat down on it, taking it all inside of him, I knew that his mouth had only
been the tip of the iceberg.

What I was feeling now was something completely better -- the hottest, most
tightest pleasure I'd ever imagined. Never in my wildest dreams could I
imagine something could feel this hot and this good all at once. With my
eyes wide open, I watched him as he adjusted himself, going slowly at
first, raising himself up and down on the length of my cock, his eyes
closed, soft moans coming from his throat, teeth gritted in pain one
moment, then mouth open and gasping in pleasure the next.

"You feel so good in me," he whispered. "Push up. Push it in me as far as
you can."

I raised my hips and began to push into him. Slowly at first, gently, he
winced again.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"Just a little," he said. "But then the hurt goes away and it just feels
really, really good and full."

He paused as we developed a smooth, slow rhythm, my dick sliding in and out
of his ass, slippery with spit.

"My cousin did this to me too," he said, his eyes still closed. "I didn't
like it at first. He was too big and he always went too fast. You have to
go slow. But then after a while when I could get him to slow down, I
started to like it. And after a while, I started to ask him for it. I
started to make him do it to me."

I grabbed the side of his hips and continued to pump in and out of him,
slowly. I didn't think I'd be able to last much longer.

"Then he moved away," he said, still raising himself up and down, matching
my slow, even thrusts. "I miss him a lot. I miss the way this feels. I
didn't think I'd ever get to feel this in me again."

He licked his right hand, coated it with a layer of his own spit, and began
stroking his own dick as I continued to pump up into him.

"I'm going to cum in you," I whispered hoarsely. "I can feel it, Jake. I'm
gonna cum in your insides."

He jacked his own dick faster, eyes still closed, a look of pure bliss on
his face. With a final urgent thrust, I pushed my dick up as far and as
hard as I could and felt myself blast my feeling into his tight, sweet
butthole.

"Nnnngh," he grunted. "That's so good, Dylan."

He continued sliding on my dick, up and down, in small circles, moving
himself around, grinding hard, it was almost starting to hurt me, but then
he gasped, and his body shook, and I watched his face raise upward with his
eyes shut tight and a relieved smile on his face as two small spurts of
thin, white juice shot from the end of his rigid cock and landed on my
stomach.

He stayed like that, quiet and sitting on me sort of winding and grinding
and shivering a little for a full minute, breathing hard, my dick still
buried in his ass, neither of us saying anything. It was awkward at
first. Now that it was over, I didn't really know what to say to him.

He slid off of me, my dick popping out of his ass with an audible "plop." I
looked down, expecting to see -- well, expecting the worse, but it was
completely clean -- nothing was dirty at all.

He got off the bed and reached down to the floor for his underwear and
jeans.

"I hope you'll still hang out with me," he said shyly. "I mean, I hope this
doesn't wreck us or anything."

"No, it's cool," I said, not wanting him to worry about something so
stupid. "I mean, I really liked it too."

"Really?" he said. It looked like he had tears in his eyes. "But it's
weird. I hate myself for wanting to do stuff like that. But it's all I
think about all the time. I've been wanting you to do that to me forever."

"Hey, you moron," I said, trying to act natural. "It's no big deal. We
didn't do anything wrong. We just did something nice. It felt really
good. We don't have to tell anybody."

He looked relieved.

"Besides," I said. "I want to do it again."

He looked up at me with a nervous smile.

"After we play more Halo-5?" he asked hopefully.

"Are you kidding," I told him. "After I pee."

He laughed and I headed for his bathroom.

I grabbed my iPhone, pushed the stop button, and tossed it over to him.

"Review the footage," I winked at him. "You're directing the next
movie. We're switching roles in the next one."

He grinned at me and hit the replay, watching our first excited, awkward
experience together, while I went to his bathroom to pee. I gingerly
touched my butthole before I was done, wondering if I could get him all up
inside me. I was sure going to try.

Somehow I had a feeling that my camera roll would be growing pretty quickly
in the weeks ahead. Not too many guys have the honor of having their first
couple of times together saved on their iPhones, but sure do.

And if I knew my friend Jake, there were going to be a lot of vid clip
sleepovers in our future. I could tell my allowance was going to be spent
on whole lot of flash drives from now on. A guy's gotta dump his data
somewhere.

I'm no JJ Abrams, but I gotta tell you, man.

That summer, Jake and I were making blockbusters.

THE END